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Friday, October 19, 2012 11:53
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Alone I walk and who am I, crossing over gates and stiles. I am the freedom all persons seek, I do not know a working week.
If my eyelids rise I’m happily here, if they close I sleep no fear. I am the comfort people desire, no home have I my warmth a fire.
Ah!
When I’m needing sleep, my bed I meet. When hunger arrives, I’m ready sat to eat.
So this may have sounds of greatness, how then can we emulate this? The answer is simplicity itself, united in oneness there is no me myself.
Suffering is a relative term, your life so far will confirm. Oneness can not be so split, it’s all so simple when this is it.
2012-10-19 11:40:28
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